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junezsq · 15 days ago

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ice cream sundae | steve harrington

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: after what feels like the longest day in scoops ahoy history, steve harrington wants nothing more than to go home and cuddle with you.

warnings: none? i think? definitely not proofread, pretty short tbh sorry 😔

a/n: once again, for @keerysbrowneyes <3

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twelve hours.

steve harrington had been working twelve hours at scoops ahoy today.

twelve hours of scooping countless flavors of ice cream. twelve hours of making milkshakes for young ones and older kids alike. twelve hours of listening to robin buckley talk non-stop about an upcoming summer band camp. and almost an hour of dealing with erica sinclair trying every single scoops ahoy flavor, he swore she's tried before.

after those twelve long, grueling, never ending hours, steve was finally on his way home.

the starcourt mall parking lot was fairly empty. his red bmw was one of the last cars, as most other shops were already closed and ready for the bright summer morning to follow.

steve sighed as he got in his car. he ran his probably ice cream stained hands through his hair. his hair that is now flat and matted. a combination of wearing that stupid sailor hat all day, and brushing it out of his face when he leaned over the ice cream fridge to serve customers.

ah, the customers, steve thinks. the customers that were practically yelling at both him and robin for not being quick enough to make their desired ice cream cones on this hot summer day. the customers that were just a bit too whine-y. the customers who seemed to be yelling so loudly in their respective booths while enjoying the cool treat.

steve sighed once more, before starting the engine of his car. he starts his drive, nodding along slightly to the queen song playing softly over his car radio speakers. he doesn't dare turn it up, not wanting it to be the reason his newfound headache grows.

steve is about to turn on his street. his street towards his empty, dark, lonely house. his house that's entirely too big to enjoy for one person.

steve keeps driving straight. straight down the road until he reaches your road. he turns left, drives past the handful of houses that show up through the green trees before your own.

steve walks up towards your front door, running his hand through his hair one more time, before knocking on your door.

unbeknownst to you, who's currently in your bed, catching up on the newest episode of the golden girls, you have no idea what's on the other side of your door.

you open the wooden feature, it's hinges creaking heavily due to it's old age, you're heart practically leaps at the sight of your boyfriend in front of you. steve's scoops ahoy uniform looking more worn in today. with many stains littering the blue material, and the shorts slightly ripped towards the bottom seam.

"steve, baby, what are you doing here?" you take no time in leaning forward, holding his warm, tired face in your hands.

steve sighs for the umpteenth time tonight, "i just really needed to see you."

your heart breaks yet again, "oh baby," you simply state, "bad day?"

steve only nods, to which you wordlessly let him inside your cozy home. you explain to him that your parents are visiting family out of town, when he asks why it seems so quiet tonight.

maybe steve hoped it would be quiet in your house. it's a different kind of quiet than his own house. a kind of quiet he enjoys. a quiet he needs.

you lead him into your bathroom. when you turn and see his face, covered in a confused expression, you quickly respond, "when i have a bad day, all i want is a warm shower," you push out a few hairs out of steve's face, "plus god knows how much ice cream you have on you right now," you both let out a chuckle, before steve just nods.

you lean up and kiss his cheek, before leaving the room, making sure to close the door quietly behind you.

while steve showers, you rush around your room, finding a small section in your dresser where some of steve's clothes are. inside is a couple of different clothing items; a few t-shirts, jeans, sweatpants, and even a scoops ahoy uniform.

you reach down for a comfortable outfit for steve, placing it inside the bathroom on the counter.

while the water continues running, y/n gets comfortable under her thick blanket, not before making sure her big light on her ceiling was off. a few lamps staggered around her room – her desk, and nightstand lamps – were on, knowing steve wouldn't want to deal with anymore bright lights after working in the florescent lights of scoops ahoy.

you hear the water turn off.

inside the bathroom, steve slightly smiles as he notices you got his clothes set out for him.

you grabbed a pair of boxers, grey sweatpants, and a faded blue t-shirt. steve decides on opting out of wearing the t-shirt, as his skins needs a break from the confinded material.

he walks back down the hallway and into your room, being met with you reading, all bundled up under your sheets. he can't think of anything else he'd want in this moment.

your head picks up as he throws his clothes into your hamper.

"hi baby," your voice is soft, "how was your shower?" you set your book down, and open the blanket for steve to squeeze in next to you.

steve nods, "it was really good, thank you."

however, instead of climbing under the sheets next to you, steve simply moves the blankets a bit. he moves them just enough so he's able to lay his head on your lap.

you smile warmly at the gesture, knowing this is all steve wanted after his day.

you know what he wants, as you begin running your fingers through his damp hair. you cannot care less if your hands and up wet from his shower. you just wantes to help.

you continued the motion, making sure to scratch at his scalp every so often. he subconsciously leans his head further into her lap, and moves his hands to hold onto your legs softly.

you two lay together for what feels like forever. you both swear you could die hear and be content with the fact.

after a few moments, steve turns, his back on the bed with him now looking up at you.

"hi beautiful," he says nonchalantly.

you can't help but giggle, "hi."

"i love you," he simply states, his eyes filling slowly with nothing but love.

he watches as a blush creeps over your face, going up from your neck to your cheeks.

you move your hand to rub your thumb over his cheek, "i love you too."

you then lean down and kiss the tip of his nose, causing his features to scrunch together.

"i don't know what i'd do without you," he admits into the softness of your room.

it takes you a second to respond, never being told that before. you shake your head and let out a light chuckle, "probably have so much ice cream in your hair you wouldn't be known as steve the hair harrington anymore," you joke.

he rolls his eyes, "please, i haven't been called that since high school."

"since high school," you mock, "you just graduated honey."

steve just dismisses your comment, and moves his head so your hand is pushing against his hair once again; silently asking you to play with his brown locks again.

you giggle, but comply nonetheless, beginning the motion you just completed moments ago.

a few minutes pass, and you feel steve's head get slightly heavier in your grasp, as the weight on your legs grows. you know he's beginning to fall asleep.

you watch as his face becomes more relaxed. the crinkles around his eyes subside, just as his lips fall into a small part. you let it slide – the fact that he's fallen asleep on you – as you simply pick up your book again.

why not get through a few more chapters while steve just relaxes.

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junezsq · 20 days ago

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dance with me?

harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: after getting ditched by your date your night at the yule ball seems to be getting worse by the minute, until you bump into harry, who coincidentally also got ditched

warnings: bit of angst turning into fluff, nothing else really

word count: 2.9k

a/n: the order of events in the books/movie is kinda switched up so i could make them fit the narrative in this lmfao. hope you enjoy <3

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the dormitory was quiet, save for the muffled noise of laughter and footsteps drifting up from the common room below. you were perched on the edge of your bed, legs swinging slightly and hands clasped in your lap as you waited for hermione to finish changing behind the curtain drawn around her bed. the air smells faintly of lavender, and the soft rustle of fabric is the only sound between you.

then the curtain pulled back and hermione stepped out.

you blink. for a second, you're genuinely stunned. the periwinkle blue of her dress robes caught the low light in a way that made her look like something out of a fairy tale; elegant and radiant in a way you’d never quite seen her before.

“wow,” you breathed, a slow smile tugging at your lips. “hermione… you look beautiful.”

she blushed immediately, glancing down at herself before tucking a curl behind her ear. “thank you.” her voice was softer than usual, touched by something shy and proud all at once. “i wasn’t sure about it at first, to be honest.”

“you shouldn’t have doubted it,” you said, meaning it. “you’re going to turn so many heads tonight.”

she rolled her eyes at that, but she was smiling. her eyes flickered to you where you were still in your jeans and the sweatshirt you’d gotten from mrs. weasley just that morning. “all right, it’s your turn. go on, change! we don’t have all night,” she urged, hands waving you toward your trunk.

you hesitate, heart giving a strange little jump. “yeah… alright.” you made your way over, pulling the dress out and slipping behind your own curtain. the satin felt cool against your skin, and as you wriggled into it, your nerves started to rise. after smoothing it down not once, but twice, you glanced into the little mirror propped on your nightstand.

the dress was beautiful, objectively; floor-length, sleeveless, simple in design but rich in color. but on you? you didn’t step out immediately. “it’s kind of weird, isn’t it?” you called softly. “wearing green. as a gryffindor.”

hermione’s voice was warm and immediate. “one of the slytherin’s might send you a nasty look, but who cares about them? green’s lovely on you.”

you bit your lip and finally stepped out. her eyes widened, and she beamed. “oh, wow.”

you crossed your arms over your stomach, suddenly feeling exposed. “i don’t know. it just feels… not me. or too much me. i can’t decide.”

hermione got up from her bed and walked over to you, placing her hands gently on your shoulders. “you look stunning,” she smiled, her gaze steady. “green suits you. honestly, you could wear a green rubbish bag and still look beautiful.”

you laughed, but it sounded nervous. “i don’t know if i should even go. i mean… the one person i wanted to go with asked someone else.”

her expression softened. she knew. of course she knew; she was the only one who did.

“hey,” she spoke gently, “i know it’s not harry, but that doesn’t mean the whole night has to be ruined. you’ve got a date who seems really kind, you’re dressed like a goddess, and you’ve got at least one friend who plans on making sure you have a good time no matter what.”

your heart squeezed. “you’re really good at this whole ‘pep talk’ thing.”

she grinned as she looped her arm through yours, “come on, let’s go make an entrance.”

you hesitate for one last second. then, with a breath and a final check over your shoulder, you nodded. together, you headed down the winding staircase toward the common room, the soft swish of your dress and the flicker of firelight mingling with your growing excitement.

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the music swelled, and after watching the four champions start off the dancing sequence you let your date guide you out onto the floor of the great hall, now transformed into a winter wonderland. candles flickered like stars above, casting a golden sheen across the swirling gowns and polished shoes.

you glanced up at your date, a tall boy from ravenclaw. he bowed, you curtsied and the first notes of the waltz began. you could almost hear mcgonagall counting at the back of your mind; one-two-three, one-two-three.

you moved in unison, steps careful at first, then more fluid as you found the rhythm together. his hand was warm against yours, his other lightly resting at your waist. you spun beneath his arm, the hem of your dress fluttering at the movement. around you, couples twirled like snowflakes, and for a few heartbeats, the rest of the world melted away.

when the music faded into polite applause, you were breathless but smiling. he squeezed your hand gently. “i’ll get us something to drink,” he spoke softly, and you nodded before he disappeared into the crowd.

a gasp and your name being called caught your attention and as you turned around you saw lavender brown holding onto the arm of a hufflepuff you didn't seem to recognise. her eyes were widened as they went over your outfit, "your dress! i love it!"

you smiled at the sweet compliment. you'd never really been close to lavender but she'd always been kind to you, "thanks lavender, you look beautiful too."

"thank you." she returned your smile, "well, we're going in for a few more dances, see you around!" she squeezed her date's arm and they swept away before you could say anything else, her dress flaring dramatically as she went.

while your eyes followed them as they walked off they caught the sight of someone who was clearly your date, sweet talking a girl from beauxbatons. you squinted and took a few steps closer to get a better look only to find out his arm was cozily wrapped around her waist.

a scoff fell from your lips. you hadn’t even wanted to go with him. he was the fourth guy to have asked you and it felt easier saying yes than no by then, easier than explaining that you were still waiting for someone else to ask; someone who probably wasn't going to ask you anyway.

you weren’t heartbroken, not even close, but irritation flared anyway, like he’d wasted your time, like you'd worn these damn shoes for nothing. you let out a breath, slow and quiet, as the music swelled around you. the lights felt too warm suddenly. the laughter too loud. the enchanted snow drifting from the ceiling too perfect.

without thinking you turned and walked toward the exit, the train of your dress catching slightly on the stone floor as you moved. the corridor outside was blissfully cooler, empty save for the faint echo of music and your own footsteps.

you had barely rounded the corner when you collided into someone with a quiet “oof.” you staggered back a step, your hand flying to your chest. "sorry-"

“it’s alright,” said a familiar voice and when you looked up you saw him.

one of your best friends, harry potter, stood blinking at you, looking as charming as ever in his brand new dress robes. “oh,” you breathed, and suddenly your pulse felt louder than the music. “hi.”

his mouth curved into the faintest smile, almost sheepish. “hi. are you leaving?”

for a moment you hesitated; you could still feel the ghost of annoyance in your chest, but it was softening now, replaced by a flicker of something else.

“i was heading to the bathroom,” technically not a lie. you gave him a lopsided shrug. “needed some air.”

he nodded, then looked like he wanted to say something more. “so … your date ... is he still in there?”

your fingers tightened slightly around the fabric of your dress. “oh you mean edmund, uhh, yeah,” your voice sounded even, maybe too even. you didn’t want to get into it, didn’t want to admit how annoyed you were, or how stupid you felt for saying yes in the first place.

harry nodded slowly, like he could sense there was more you weren’t saying, but wasn’t going to push. you gave a small shrug, aiming for casual. “i just needed a break. it’s loud in there.”

he gave a quiet, sympathetic laugh. “tell me about it."

“what about you? who did you end up with?”

harry blinked, a little caught off guard. “uh, parvati” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just went to the bathroom too, actually. she's grabbing us drinks.”

you studied him, noticing the slight hesitation, the way his eyes flicked toward the hall before settling back on you, and how his story sounded a bit too similar to yours. “drinks?” you repeated, tone light but probing.

he shrugged, voice a bit quieter now. “yeah. you know… pumpkin fizz and all that.”

you studied him. there was something he wasn’t saying, something he was careful to keep between the lines. "alright, well i'm going to-" you tilted your head slightly but harry quickly caught on, "yeah, yeah i'm going to find parvati, i guess."

a small smiled played on your lips and you tried your hardest not to let the sad tone fall through, "have a good night, harry." you spoke softly before walking past him and continued on towards the bathroom, not noticing how harry turned to watch you walk off.

you walked slowly now, letting the corridor stretch out before you. the music behind you faded into something distant and muffled. the heels of your shoes clicked softly against the stone, the only real sound in the quiet.

the bathroom was empty when you pushed the door open, the enchanted torches flickering gently against the walls. you didn’t bother looking at yourself in the mirror, but went straight for one of the stalls. after closing the door behind you, you sat down on the closed lid like the air had been punched out of your lungs.

for a moment you just sat there, staring at nothing, the layers of your dress gathered awkwardly around your legs. it was stupid, really. edmund wasn’t someone you even cared that much about. harry… well, that was its own mess. and still, somehow, everything felt like too much. too loud. too heavy. too disappointing.

your throat tightened and you blinked hard.

no. not here.

you leaned forward, elbows on your knees, hands twisted together as you pressed your lips together, forcing the air out through your nose in slow, steady breaths. a tear slipped down anyway, tracing a warm line down your cheek. you wiped it away before the next one could fall, though.

It wasn’t just tonight. It was all of it. expectations, hopes, the quiet letdowns you never admitted you were bracing for. the ball had been shiny and beautiful, and somehow it had still managed to make you feel like you were on the outside of it all.

but then you thought of the corridor. of harry’s sheepish grin. of the way he’d looked at you like he saw you, even if only for a moment. you straightened slowly, letting out a breath that felt like it had been sitting in your chest for days.

no. you weren’t going to let this ruin your night.

eventually you escaped the small stall, smoothed your dress, checked your face in the mirror, your eyes were a little red, but not tragic, and gave yourself the smallest nod.

and so, you pushed the door open and stepped back into the corridor, the music growing louder again as you turned toward the light. time to go make the night fun anyway. even if it was just for you.

you were just rounding the bend near the marble staircase, the glow of torchlight stretching across the floor in front of you, when you heard it; soft, choked sniffling.

you slowed and at first you thought it might be peeves playing some horrible trick, but as you came around the curve, your heart sank. hermione.

she was sitting near the middle of the stairs, half tucked into herself, her arms wrapped around her knees. her dress, now a little wrinkled, spilled across the steps like it didn’t matter anymore. her face was turned away, but you could see the way her shoulders trembled.

you hesitated only a second before moving toward her. “hey,” you spoke gently, not wanting to startle her.

she flinched slightly before glancing up, eyes red and glistening, and quickly wiped at them with the back of her hand. “oh. sorry- didn’t mean to-”

“it’s alright, mione” you said, already sitting down beside her. “bathrooms are taken anyway.” she let out a watery laugh, and you offered a small smile in return.

for a moment, neither of you spoke; you didn’t want to push, but you hated the way her hands clenched the fabric of her dress, like she needed something to hold onto. “is it… krum?” you asked gently. “did he say something?”

hermione shook her head quickly. “no. viktor’s… he’s been nothing but kind.”

you nodded slowly, giving her space. she looked away again. “it’s just-” her voice broke, and she took a deep breath. “it’s not really about him. not exactly.” you knitted your brows in slight confusion. her jaw tightened, and when she spoke again, her voice was quieter. “boys can be so stupid sometimes.”

you let out a breath and let out a knowing chuckle. “yeah, they can.”

she returned your laugh, but there was too much sadness behind it. you didn’t need all the details. something to do with ron, probably. the way he’d been staring at her and krum all evening like someone had hexed him in the face with jealousy and hadn’t told him why.

"where's edmund?" hermione looked at you worriedly, as if she wasn't the one just crying her eyes out.

you lightly shook your head as you rolled your eyes, "probably snogging a girl from beauxbatons somewhere in one of the courtyard bushes."

"oh no, i'm sorry."

"no, it's alright, you know i didn't want to go with him," you spoke softly, “do you want to come back in? we could get some more pumpkin fizz, go for a dance.”

hermione shook her head. “i think i’m just going to go back to the dorm. i’m tired.”

you didn’t argue. instead, you stood and offered her your hand. she took it and you helped her up gently. for a moment she just stood there, looking small and a little worn out, her fingers still loosely wrapped around yours. “thanks,” she said quietly.

you gave her hand a light squeeze. “anytime, mione, you know that”

and as she turned to head up the staircase, you watched her go, her silhouette slipping into shadow. when she'd completely disappeared you turned back toward the great hall, the music still playing faintly, and started walking.

eventually, you found yourself at the threshold of the great hall, just outside the glow of its golden enchantment. music floated out warmly, cheerful and unaware, while students spun and laughed beneath drifting snow and starlight. it looked perfect from a distance.

you weren’t sure if you wanted to step back into it or turn around and follow hermione to the dorms. as you shifted your weight, the hem of your dress brushed against your ankles, and you took a slow breath.

“hey.”

the voice made you jump slightly and when you turned, you found harry standing right next to you, hands shoved into his pockets again. “sorry,” he added quickly. “didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

you shook your head. “it’s alright.”

“i, um… saw edmund.” harry’s voice was careful, like he wasn’t sure if he should say it at all. “in one of the side corridors. he was... uh... definitely not by himself.”

you didn’t say anything, but he rushed on, filling the space. “he was snogging someone. from beauxbatons, i think. blonde, tall, looked like she knew exactly what she was doing.”

you stared past him, lips pressing together. you weren’t surprised. not after seeing them flirting earlier that night, and you almost laughed at how you’d predicted this when talking to hermione earlier. “i’m sorry,” harry spoke in almost whisper, sounding like he meant it.

you let out a quiet breath. “it's fine, i didn’t even want to come with him.”

harry gave a faint, dry laugh. “yeah. i kind of get that.”

you glanced at him, curious despite yourself, your brows furrowed together. he shifted on his feet. “parvati ditched me for some durmstrang bloke. the one with the ponytail and, what I’m assuming are very impressive cheekbones.”

you snorted; it slipped out before you could stop it, causing harry to focus his gaze on you, and you looked at him again, really looked. you could see that same flicker of uncertainty you’d felt earlier. not just his night ruined, him, standing here, trying to decide if it was still worth salvaging. just like you.

“guess we’re in the same boat,” you breathed, not being able to look away from his piercing green eyes.

“yeah,” he replied, his voice a little lighter now. “except… i think ours hasn’t completely sunk yet.”

you raised an eyebrow. “no?”

he shook his head, then held out his hand to you. “dance with me?”

you blinked. for a second, all you could hear was the music filtering through the open doors. you looked at his hand, then at him; his earnest eyes, slightly crooked collar, and that unsure little smile that somehow made you feel steadier.

so, you returned his smile, and took his hand in yours.

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junezsq · 24 days ago

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harry james potter x reader

warnings: none pure fluff

summary: just harry high on liquid luck

The first sign that something was off with Harry was that he was grinning.

Not a tired smile after Quidditch. Not the smile he gave when he laughed at something. This was something else. A full, shameless Harry Potter grin — wide and completely unbothered. His green eyes were bright and he was walking through the school corridors like he’d just inherited the whole school.

You stared at him the whole time, in the middle of a hallway, and he didn’t even see you.

Just breezed past with that grin on his face.

“Hey!” you called, eyebrows drawn together. He bumped your shoulder, mumbled something and kept walking.

He stopped in a second. As if, the world shifted and he realized something was missing.

He turned.

“Hi!” he said, like you’d been gone for years. Like seeing you in this exact hallway, at this exact second, was the most joyful thing that had ever happened to him.

And he meant it. Every bit of it.

You blinked. “Hi..?” your tone was confused and more than a little suspicious.

Then he was suddenly right in front of you, stepping close, reaching up with both hands as if he’s forgotten what personal space was, and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

His hands lingered, his thumb brushed your jaw like like he was waiting all day to do this thing.

You just stood there, stunned, the warmth of his mouth still across your skin.

You weren’t unused to Harry kissing you but this wasn’t the usual soft, stolen in a corner before class affection.

“Okay…” You blinked again, feeling your lips turn into a smile. “Are you — are you high?”

His grin somehow widened. “Nope. Just… incredibly lucky.”

You squinted. “That’s not a normal answer.”

He reached into his jeans pocket, pulled out a small, clear bottle and held it up like a trophy.

“Felix Felicis,” he said cheerfully. “Took it after dinner.”

You stared at him. “You took liquid luck.”

He nodded.

“To do what, exactly? Charm everyone you bump into?”

“Nope,” he said, leaning forward, voice low.

“I’m charming like this everyday. The potion just helps.”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. “You’re actually insufferable.”

He laughed, bright and unbothered, and hugged you with no warning, arms tight around your waist, his head dropping onto your shoulder. The sudden weight made you stumble.

“You love me, though.” he mumbled into your neck.

“Unfortunately” you muttered, heart hammering in your chest.

You pulled back enough to look him in the eye. “Why did you drink it? You were supposed to save that for, like… finals. Or sneaking into somewhere…something important.”

He tilted his head like the answer was obvious.

“To find you.”

Your heart skipped.

“I was heading to find Slughorn” he continued “but then I felt this… pull. Like I needed to turn left instead of right. So I did. And then I was here.”

You stared at him. “Harry.”

“Side quest” he said suddenly, tone bright and entirely unbothered by how confused you looked.

“Side quest?” you echoed, eyes narrowing. “Harry, what—?”

Before you could finish, he grabbed your hand — warm, confident, fingers interlacing like it was muscle memory — and started speed-walking.

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junezsq · 26 days ago

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𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 320 notes.

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

words: 320

warning/tags: little suggestive but no smut, all sfw!

➵ steve can’t get enough of kisses. i swear to god, this man would just love the feeling of his love's lips pressed against his own, he would become addicted from the first touch.

➵ taking late-night drives after a long day at work, and steve is itching to get to his destination with the pretty view of hawkin’s so he can just lean over and feel your kisses the moment he parks up. the view neglected in the end.

➵ sitting atop his lap comfortably while he guides your head to one side, allowing his lips to warmly coax you into a relaxed state, pressing deeper and deeper into your mouth.

➵ it can get quite messy at times, steve unable to control himself, especially if it’s been a difficult day without you and he’s missed you being near.

➵ your hands atop his shoulder while his wrap behind your waist to keep you flush against him. breathless and tired laughs emitting from one another when you pull away for a moment.

➵ however, not long until steve is chasing your lips and coaxing his tongue into your mouth, unable to go without the addicting taste of you.

➵ steve’s a great kisser and it can easily make a person dizzy and having to pull away for a moment to catch your breath because he kisses so well and with such care it’s faint-worthy how loving he can be through only a kiss.

➵ easily lost in one another, steve could kiss you all night, uncaring if his lips are sore and swollen because he loves being close to you and seeing your messy state afterwards with low laughter and grinning smiles and steve’s cheeks dusted red.

➵ steve would find any opportunity he could to make out with you because once his lips are pressed against yours, he’s done for, and moving further against you with his hand holding your head and lips moving feverishly against yours.

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junezsq · 26 days ago

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patiently waiting for the next update for your go series What a Feeling!! i love your writing so much! I’ve secretly been rereading the past posts to keep myself in touch with the blossoming love story hehe~ Hope everything going well!

you’re so so so sweet 😭🩷

thank you for the love on my work i appreciate this so much 🫶🏻 (i’ve been rereading them myself too LMFAO). i’ve been busy with a new job i’ve just started, went to loaaaads of concerts which included queueing the entire day … and am currently on a weekend getaway but i PROMISE the next chapter is coming soon !! ive been outlining it for a while so just need to write it now ;)

lots of love and thank you for reading ⭐️

#askjunezsq #can’t wait for you to read what’s coming next #love you loads

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junezsq · 1 month ago

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just wanted to come on here to say i’ve been reading all of your requests etc. but i’ve been soooooo busy the past few weeks i’ve had NO time to write whatsoever 😭😭😭😭 i promise ill be back soon x

#askjunezsq #ive also been sick for a couple days which doesn’t help #feels like i’ve only had one day off in the past months #the life of a twenty something year old

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junezsq · 1 month ago

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Merry Walks and U-Turns

pairing : harry james potter x fem! reader warnings : None just fluff! a/n : hello againx2! And yeah everyone's awkward. wc : 0.5k

summary : Spur-of-the moment decisions involving one's crush are often a recipe for disaster—but every once in a while, they might just lead to something oddly perfect.

“We are dating.” She clasped Harry's hand and as a matter of fact showed it off to McLaggen. She could only imagine what Harry's expression would be as she hoped he would play along with her charade.

“What do you want to believe me next, love? That house elves are running the Ministry. Even that is more believable than your silly prospect.” She cringed at the way he called her as the boy started feigning laughter in an attempt to mock the two.

“Shut it McLaggen. You really don't want me to…” She was interrupted but it's for probably the first time she didn't mind it at all. Well, for it wasn't everyday that her crush of 2 years would kiss her and that too when it was only their second time meeting. She felt Harry steady her as her steps faltered a bit, mostly because of the way the warm cedarwood and rain-soaked grass scent of his (she recognized this back from the lesson on Amortentia) was altering with her brain's chemistry. His hand on her waist pulling her close, his lips moving against hers and his scent — all were way too much for handle as she could feel her cheeks burning.

“He's gone I believe. And hopefully for good.” He said breaking up from the kiss as she looked in the direction that foul creature was standing.

“Tha..”

Merlin. It was just now that she had a proper glance at Harry's face for he looked freaking adorable. His disheveled hair and slightly swollen lips further highlighted his handsome features while his cheeks were sporting a perfectly beetroot shade of red with his eyes sightly dazed. She refused to believe that was the effect she had on him.

“Thank you for your help, Harry and I am really sorry for the whole fiasco.”

“It wasn't a big deal. Really.” He replied softly gazing into her eyes.

“Yeah?” She replied back equally dazed.

“Yeah.”

“Harry!!! There's a spider.” Came a shriek which she believed belonged to Ron and made her descend back to earth from whatever delusional world she was in.

“That's my cue.” Her heart shrunk a bit but she nodded nevertheless. With that he began running towards the common room only to take a U-turn towards her.

“Would you mind going to Hogsmeade next week?” He asked between short breaths.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Potter?” She grinned.

“Precisely.” And that was the easiest “yes” of her life as he again rushed towards the dorm only to take a U-turn again.

“Do you want Ron to die?”

“Trust me, he won't.” He whispered while giving her the cheekiest smile as he placed a light peck on her cheek and for the final time walked away.

Merlin. She wouldn't survive.

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darling | robert reynolds x reader,

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MARVEL'S THUNDERBOLTS*.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x Reader Summary: You always call Bob darling in private... until you accidentally slip up and use the nickname in front of the rest of the Thunderbolts. Warnings: Mentions of food/drink, reader is mentioned to not be mentally ready for a relationship and has a bit of a moment at the end struggling with their thoughts/struggling mentally in general. Word Count: 1.3k A/N: Thank you all so much for the amazing response on my first Bob fic 🥹 For my second one, this was actually the first idea I had for Bob but it took a bit of workshopping to get right. I ended up being really happy with it. I love writing the Thunderbolts team dynamic. I also put a little easter egg in there for anyone that's read all my other Joaquín fics since February this year. I hope you all enjoy! 💗

Bob had been called many different things in his life. There had been a series of insults from his family and people he’d hurt during his time as an addict. Walker always called him Bobby, which he hated. Valentina called him by his full name, Robert. He had other names like Sentry and Void when he was using his powers. But none of those could ever come close to his favourite from you.

Every time he hears the word darling come from your mouth, directed at him, he thinks it might be the closest he’s ever come to true happiness. He wishes every time that he could bottle that feeling up and keep it for when the days are especially tough.

“Darling, can you pass me that book?”

“Darling, how are you doing after that mission?”

“Darling, do you need me to do anything for you?”

The only bad thing is the fact that you aren’t his. It’s a mutual decision, though, so he can’t be mad. You’ve been in mutual like for a while now. But both of you have known that entering into something serious when neither of you are mentally ready for something like that would just be foolish and end up with one or both of you being hurt. Your friendship always mattered more than the possibility of your futures together.

But the nickname still stuck and Bob was glad for that.

He never cared that it was just in private. In fact, he rather enjoyed the fact that it was just for the two of you. That, whenever he was alone with you, it was almost a guarantee that he was going to hear your voice speak that gorgeous word.

He cared for the rest of the team so deeply, but the moments when it was just you and him were his favourites. When you’d be laying together on the couch, both of you reading the same book and having to wait till you’d both finished the page before turning to the next one. When you’d be in the kitchen together, Bob washing the dishes as you plated up some kind of masterpiece for dinner. The quiet times, when everyone else was asleep and you and Bob would stay up trading memories like they were the worlds greatest secrets.

The level of comfort he got in your presence surprised him, but he accepted it quickly.

It’s why, when you enter the room, he knows that you’re there. He relaxes almost instantly, just from sensing you getting closer. You reach out to rest a hand on his shoulder before you stop yourself, resting it on the top of the chair that he’s sitting on instead.

There’s still a little hesitation when it comes to touch between the two of you. Both because neither of you want to cross the invisible line you’ve both drawn, but because of Bob’s powers too. He still isn’t fully in control.

“Morning, darling,” the word slips out before you can stop yourself. It’s so normal these days to refer to Bob like this, but always in private. Never in the dining room of the Watch Tower where every other member of the team is having breakfast.

Bob is none the wiser to your blunder. He gets that same starry look in his eyes as he always does when he looks up at you, standing behind him. He wants to reach out, wrap an arm around your waist and tug you onto his lap, though he wouldn’t have the confidence to do such a thing even if his powers weren’t an issue.

He always melts a little when he hears you call him darling.

Across the room, you hear a groan.

“Oh, hell no,” Walker says, dropping the spoon back into his bowl of cereal. “You two are not doing that. Whatever is happening here, I don’t care, but we are not listening to you two call each other darling. Especially over breakfast.”

“What’s so wrong with a bit of young love?” Alexei exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air as he looks at Walker across the table. “This is good! Love heals the soul, there is nothing wrong with love!”

You frown. “Okay, who said anything about love?”

Alexei and Walker ignore you and continue to bicker.

You catch Yelena’s eye from across the room where she’s sat by the window, but she just shrugs her shoulders and goes back to staring out at the skyline.

“I would’ve thought you’d be all right with seeing affection, Walker,” Ava says, entering the room behind you. She’d obviously overheard the noise from the hallway. “You are married, even if you’re not together right now. Are you telling us you never called your wife something like that?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t make everyone else listen to me!”

Bucky, who has been watching everything the whole time from the corner of the room where he’s sitting, coffee in hand, huffs out a laugh. “You guys think this is bad? You should be glad you’ve never spent time around Joaquin Torres when he’s away from his girl.” He shakes his head and takes a sip of his coffee, not bothering to explain any further about the new Falcon.

You take advantage of the moment of silence that Bucky has caused to attempt to fix the situation. “Okay, no more talking about love or who is and isn’t allowed to call each other nicknames. Can we just drop it? It was a slip of the tongue!”

“Only if you explain why you said it,” Walker says.

“No,” you reply, pulling out the chair next to Bob’s and sitting down in it. It’s all you offer in way of an answer to Walker and he seems to surprisingly give up on fighting you on it.

You glance over to see that Bob is still looking at you, his eyes glistening and a small smile on his lips. The sight of it makes you smile as well. “I am never calling you that in front of the others again… even if it was just a slip of the tongue, that was mortifying.”

Bob smiles again and nudges a drink that’s sitting in front of him over towards you – he’s prepared your favourite and had it waiting for when you arrived. You try to ignore the feeling that rises in your stomach at the small act of kindness.

“But when it’s just us?” He inquires.

“You know it’s different then.”

You pick up the drink and take a sip of it before leaning back in your chair. Walker and Alexei have started bickering over something else. Yelena is still looking out the window, Bucky is in the corner with his coffee and Ava is exiting the kitchen with a drink of her own. It’s a fairly mundane kind of morning for a group of people meant to be the ‘New Avengers.’

There’s a sudden feeling that rises in your chest at the thought of your new status as an Avenger. It’s uncomfortable, unwelcome. You still don’t know how you feel about it, even many months later. It should be a good thing, but then why does it fill you with dread?

Bob can see the change in your expression and he’s quick to act. He reaches over and taps the table in front of you to get your attention. You pull your eyes away from the window, where you’d been staring, and meet his eyes instead. They instantly help to calm you.

“Quiet time?” Bob asks, nodding towards the door that leads into the hallway.

It’s like a code word between the two of you. When one of you needs to get away from the others or you start to get a little too wrapped up in your head. Two words that put you instantly at ease.

You nod and Bob wastes no time in standing up from the table. You follow him, leaving your drink in the dining room and walking out of the room with him, ignoring Walker as he calls out, asking where you’re both running off to.

“Thank you, darling,” you mutter, once you’re just outside the room.

Bob turns to you with a small smile on his lips. “Always.”

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junezsq · 2 months ago

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i want 50 avengers tower fanfics of the thunderbolts on my desk by morning do you hear me

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you're not alone - bob reynolds

Request: nope Pairing: bob reynolds x reader Summary: when you wake up early, you find out you're not the only one who's awake Warnings: THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS !! bit of angst (happy ending I promise), mentions of nightmares, mentions of past trauma, loss of loved ones, bob being a lil sad :( Word count: 2.5K A/N: listen it's very simple. I saw thunderbolts. I saw lewis pullman. that's it. enjoy!

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your eyes snap open as you blindly reach for the knife you keep under your pillow. but instead of an intruder, your blade meets empty space.

the only sound in your dimly lit room is your heavy breathing. damn these stupid nightmares. you were close to asking yelena if she could just knock you out so you could get some sleep.

you return the knife and lay back down.

but now that you're awake, and adrenaline is coursing through your body, it's hard to go back to sleep again. you haven't really spoken about it to anyone, but you know you're not the only one who has nightmares.

yours got worse after a mission was intense or had nearly gone wrong. you'd been doing the odd job here and there for valentina when she'd send you to go after someone who was going to rob one of her facilities.

but when you finally made it to the vault, you weren't met with just any robber. instead, you were met with a bunch people who seemed to have gotten the exact same assignment as you.

you were all there to kill each other. messy ends tying up themselves. after all, doing the dirty work was what you were good at. it's what you were trained for. follow orders, go in and out quickly, get the job done.

but instead of fighting these people, you worked together once you figured out valentina's real plan.

the next couple of days were a whirlwind of adrenaline, fighting, a lot of confusion and very little sleep.

you'd been trying to catch up on rest now that you've got a room in the former avengers tower, but after reliving your worst memories, the nightmares came back stronger and more intense than ever. all the details were there now, and you couldn't forget them.

you finally had a place where you could safely rest, and yet you didn't get more than two hours of sleep a night - if you were lucky.

you're looking around the room now. devoid of personality. you didn't have many personal belongings to take with you. mostly the weapons you carried and the clothes on your back.

taking yelena's advice, you'd gotten dark curtains to keep out the light. she said it helped her fall asleep. it didn't really help you much, but you were grateful for her advice nonetheless.

there's a dim glow coming from a gap in the curtains. you push the sheets off of you and walk over to the window.

way down below, new york was slowly waking up. people on their way to their work, or out on an early morning run. you glance over your shoulder at the alarm clock. almost 5 am. not too bad. it's more morning than night, and you decide that's acceptable for today.

you pull on a pair of socks and blindly grab a sweater. maybe you could use the extra time you got now by planning in an extra training session. it always helped clear your mind after a short night filled with bad dreams.

the hallway is dark when you exit your room. as you make your way to the kitchen, you wonder what else you could do today. there weren't any missions for you planned.

bucky was off on an assignment with sam, and alexei hadn't been home for a little over a week. maybe you could ask yelena or ava if they were up for a sparring session.

you enter the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the big light as you open the fridge.

the light seeps out and illuminates a figure standing on the other end of the kitchen island.

you reach for the nearest kitchen knife as bob turns on the light.

'jesus.' you breathe. 'bob. you scared me.'

'sorry!' says bob, visibly upset that he startled you. 'I'm sorry! I thought you saw me.'

'you're good, don't worry about it.' you say, returning the kitchen knife. 'I'm just a little jumpy, that's all.'

'I was about to make breakfast, do you want some as well?' asks bob.

'yeah sure, that sounds nice.' you say. 'thanks.'

bob walks over to you and smiles. somehow you didn't understand how someone like bob could also be the void. the two seemed so different from each other.

you make coffee as bob gets started on breakfast for the two of you. you pour a cup for bob and slide it over to him. then you take your own cup and move to sit at the kitchen island.

'what were you doing up this early?' he asks.

'couldn't sleep.' you say.

'nightmares?'

'yes.'

there's no point in lying. everyone here has nightmares. you'd be terrified of one of your new roommates if they didn't. you didn't live a life like the one you did and be able to sleep at night.

'want to talk about it?' says bob.

you really appreciate bob. he's always helping you, telling you he'll listen to you. always the first to welcome you back when you return to the tower after a mission. and right now, he's making you breakfast.

but as much as you appreciate him, reliving your worst trauma's because of the void was something that felt too personal to share. especially since bob doesn't remember anything.

you'd told him about the day the void had half of new york trapped in their most traumatic moments. you figured he deserved to know. you also knew he felt terrible about it, and you didn't want to remind him of it.

'no, it's fine.' you say.

bob nods as he turns around and sets a plate with eggs in front of you, as well as some toast.

'thanks.' you say as bob sits down next to you with his own plate. you notice he's careful not to touch you. he doesn't really talk about what happened, but you know it's hard for him. you just don't want to push him. he'll talk to you when he's ready. but you're desperate for him to know it's okay to talk to you, should he choose to do so.

you study his face as he eats his breakfast. you know he's tired too. he was awake when you went to bed last night, and he was up before you as well. the dark circles under his eyes seem to be permanent.

'bob?' you say.

he turns to look at you.

'why were you awake?'

'I was up all night reading a book yelena got me. it was so interesting I couldn't put it away.'

'bob. you told me that last week.'

'I did?'

'yes. when I asked you why you were still awake when I got back from a meeting at 3 am.'

'oh.'

you turn your chair to fully face him. bob leans back, so you're not accidentally touching him.

'what is going on, bob? I know we're all tired. but at least I get a handful of hours of sleep at night. do you sleep at all?' you say.

bob looks everywhere but your eyes.

'what are your nightmares about?' he asks you, catching you off guard.

'uh, well. bad stuff.' you say.

'will you tell me about it?'

'I'd rather not.'

'then I won't tell you why I don't sleep.'

bob grabs his plate gets up and instinctively, you reach out to grab his sleeve and pull him back.

he inhales sharply and recoils from your touch. the plate falls from his hands and clatters back down on the counter.

'sorry!' you say.

you see bob close his eyes and clench his jaw. you had made a mistake.

'I'm sorry.' you say again. 'I just... don't really talk about what happens in my nightmares. what I have to relive at night.'

your last sentence catches his attention.

'relive?' he says.

'fuck, did I say relive?' you say. 'I meant-'

'did I make it worse?' says bob.

'I didn't mean-' you start.

'don't do that!' bob cuts you off.

you raise your hands as a gesture of surrender.

this time, bob is the one to apologise. 'sorry. it's just that everyone always says this team is built on trust and yet no one seems to trust me. I'm not a child, you don't need to act all careful around me. you don't have to hide the bad stuff from me just because I can't remember what I, what the void, does.'

you're silent as you watch him fidget with the empty coffee cup in his hands. and you realise he's right. you can't tiptoe around him all the time. it's not fair.

'okay.' you say.

'okay?' questions bob, looking at you.

'okay, I'll tell you what my nightmares are about. but then you tell me why you don't sleep, deal?' you say.

'deal.' says bob.

'let's go to your armchair though, I don't want john accidentally walking in on me spilling my secrets.' you say, trying to lighten the mood.

bob is silent as he follows you. he sits down in his chair and you sit down on the couch next to him.

you take a deep breath as bob looks at you.

'as you know, I had a training that was similar to yelena's. I was young, and was trained to be a mindless soldier, assassin, whatever they called it at the time.' you say.

you look out over the skyline of new york, choosing to focus on bob's presence next to you, in case the memories start to drown you.

'I was training night and day. with other kids, then with older trainers, and then with holograms. to test every single probability, variable, whatever. then came the final round of training. holograms designed to look like the people I loved the most. friends I had when I was younger, my family. in a simulation, I was to kill them over and over again. I wore this specifically designed suit so everything felt real.' you say.

you look at the rising sun in the distance, aware of the way bob's eyes are fixed on you.

you take a deep breath. 'the final test, it was not a simulation. there was no holographic target. except I wasn't told that. I put on the suit, the glasses, everything that went with it. and then I killed everyone I'd ever loved. when I got the clear to take off the suit, the room was stained red. I was looking at the bodies of my friends, my family. that was the day I succeeded the program. I had nothing anyone could use against me. no one who would remember me.'

you quickly wipe away a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek. 'I relive that memory every night. except when the void got to me, it felt like it did that day. it felt real.'

bob is silent as you take a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself.

'that's why I don't sleep.' he says in a soft voice.

you turn to look at him.

'what do you mean?' you say.

'what you described, your worst memory. to have to relive it in such a real way. I did that.' he says. 'I do that to people.'

'no.' you say, moving closer to him. 'no, bob, the void does that to people. not you. you hear me?'

'still though, he's a part of me.' says bob, who hasn't moved away from you this time. your knees almost touch.

'I don't sleep because I'm afraid if I wake up, days will have passed. and I won't have any memory of any harm I've done to people.' bob confesses in a soft voice.

'oh, bob.' you say. you wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull him in for a hug, but you know you can't.

'I'm terrified of hurting you guys again. I don't know how to stop him if it would happen again.' says bob. 'I don't want to go to sleep alone. what if I wake up somewhere else?'

'well..' you say. 'that's easily solvable.'

'how?' says bob.

you shrug. 'we share a room. or I can sit next to you when you go to sleep in your own room. or if you take a nap in your chair, here. anywhere, really.'

'and then what? what if the- what if he takes over? what if-'

'then I'll try my best to wake you. I'll go through all of those rooms to find you.'

'you just told me what you had to relive. I wouldn't want you to go through that again. not for my sake, anyway.'

'bob. how many times do I have to tell you for you to finally understand it? you are not alone anymore. we've got you. I've got you.'

bob looks at you with an odd look in his eyes.

'I really wish I could hug you.' he says.

you smile. 'you can.'

'but-'

'stand up.'

he gives you a confusing look but does as you ask. you stand up as well, then gesture at him.

'you're taller than I am. so long as your hands don't touch any of my skin, we should be good.' you explain.

'I don't want to accidentally send you back.' mumbles bob.

'you won't. I trust you.' you say.

you step closer to him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. you feel his muscles strain as he tenses at your touch. then you slowly feel his hands carefully rest on your back.

you wonder when the last time was anyone hugged him. you long to be closer to him, to press your face in his neck, but you stand still.

'thank you.' says bob softly when you finally pull away. you smile up at him.

'see? told you it would be okay. now, do you want to go and take a nap? we can still get up in time for everyone else to wake up, if you want to.' you say.

'that sounds nice.' admits bob.

you look at him and a part of you swears he looks happier than before. or at least lighter. maybe he just needed to get this fear off of his chest. maybe you needed someone to listen to you as well.

something in you shifts as you follow bob to his room so he could take a nap.

'can't remember the last time I voluntarily went to sleep.' says bob as he enters his room. 'you'll be here?'

'I'll be here.' you confirm. 'and I'll get you out if the void takes over.'

'you promise?' says bob, as he lays down and pulls the covers over his body.

'I promise.' you say as you listen to his breathing become heavier until he falls asleep and soft snores fill the room. you'd stay next to him for as long as he needed you to.

A/N: thanks for reading! everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. please do not copy, translate, plagiarise or repost my work! some of these are requested by other people and I spend a lot of time and effort on my works <3 much love, marit

#BOB MY LOVE #watched thunderbolts with oomf and robert reynolds brainrot is real #watching it again asap #wish i could give him a hug #pookie #need more bob fics pls

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junezsq · 2 months ago

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Really enjoying your Harry x reader fics!! The Yule ball arc seems to be coming along quite nicely, I like how you’ve been building a bit of tension in the lead up to the ball- it’s super cute 💖

Hoping your next work will be a continuation of that! Sending much love your way, you’re a great writer :)

AAA you’re so so sweet🥹🩷🩷 and i’m really happy you’ve been enjoying the fics⭐️🫶🏻

i’ve been really busy with a new job i just started at so i haven’t really had the time to write BUTTT the idea and outline is there and it might be online sooooon

hint hint hint: p3 might not turn out the way you’d expect🤫

#ask junezsq #I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS #i barely have time to write but i’m still so excited for the rest of my harry fics #hope you enjoy the third yule ball part #harry potter x reader #harry potter

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DATING HARRY POTTER

pairing: Harry Potter x gn!reader

⌑ - English isn't my first language so I'm using a translator and my basic knowledge of the language!

𝐑equest 𝐨pens! + 𝐫ules!

Controversial opinion: he is very cloying

You are his safe place. After a bad day, a bad class, a bad dream, whatever, find comfort in your arms. He could spend hours being petted and hummed until you fell asleep.

(He secretly likes being the little spoon)

He doesn't like being called cheater. He once heard Hermione deny a rumor that he was cheating on you, but he still felt bad. The next day he spoiled you like never before, you had no idea why.

Sometimes he forgets that he is rich, he buys you expensive things for no reason just because they looked pretty to him.

He is VERY gentlemanly. He opens the doors for you, enters after you, gives you his coat, carries your backpack, gives you the best side of the bench when you share classes. He once tried to surprise you by doing your homework but ended up turning to Hermione.

It has nothing to do with it, but I feel like he has dyslexia.

He likes to hold his hands together, run his thumb across your palm, or squeeze your hand when he wants to get your attention.

I have a feeling he likes to bite. That is, you are normal, doing homework, and suddenly you feel a bite on your shoulder. Oh, it's just Harry.

His eyes light up when he sees you attending his Quidditch matches, whether you're from his house or not. He is convinced that you are his lucky charm

If you also play Quidditch and play against him, he will become competitive and mocking, he is convinced he can beat you. He probably throws unnecessary flirtations at you to distract you, but he forgets that he is playing when you return them.

If by chance you are from the same team he would be very overprotective, as if he didn't want them to do something to you or throw you off your broom. He forgets what his position is because he doesn't want you to fall or get hit.

He doesn't like people wearing his glasses, saying things like “wow, you're so blind!” Because of the magnification he uses, you are the only person, along with Ron and Hermione, who is allowed to take them off. The difference between you and Ron and Hermione is that he tells them that they are idiots and he tells you that you are beautiful

(he can't even see, but he knows)

He likes it when you spend time with him in his common room. You don't always have to be kissing, the simple idea of your presence makes him happy

If you are from another house and you have to leave, he becomes whiny and tantrum, but not in front of you, in front of his friends.

“why did they have to leave!”

“bro, it's like eleven at night, let them sleep”

His nicknames to you are: angel, honey, dear

He has the money to pay for dates at expensive restaurants, but they are not his. Walks through Hogsmeade, buying candy, talking about life, board games sitting on his bed. Basically, quality time

His favorite part of your body is your hands. He likes to hold them, when you cup his face, to hold your wrist, to play with your fingers, to scratch your hands.

Did I mention it was sticky?

Honestly, I don't think he's the type to grab your waist when you're walking together, I feel like it's something more discreet and comfortable, like putting his hand on your lower back.

Secretly likes rom-coms

He likes to sit you on his lap. Not because of morbidity or any sexual tension, he likes to have you there, to know that you are with him, to kiss you on the back of the neck tenderly and to put his arms around your waist. He leans his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes as you talk to his friends casually, because for him it's already casual.

You have shared bracelets and he has a necklace with your initials, end of story

When you sleep together he says “would you love me if I were a worm?” because he simply has a very bad dream

Sometimes you call him James. Only you are allowed to call it that

He doesn't like doing homework, it's canon, but he stays up (or at least tries to) to keep you company. In the end he fails miserably because he always falls asleep in the worst positions, like sleeping on top of a stack of books. The next day he had neck pain

He's still a joker. If you walk in front of him he will put his foot into you so that you fall, he taps your left shoulder and appears on the right side, he steals some potatoes from your plate at mealtime, he steals some pens or blank parchments from you.

One day you couldn't find your Potions homework and it turns out that he had it because he had stolen it from your backpack and now he was copying you

His body temperature is cold, he wears a lot of sweaters when it's cold and yet he never warms up. They spend winter Sundays huddled under blankets in front of the fire in their common room.

Mrs. Weasley once made you a sweater for no apparent reason and his heart melted.

He wants to marry you, without a doubt. Every time you pass by a ring store he inevitably look at them before you realize it.

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junezsq · 2 months ago

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in one piece - e.b.

summary; nothing much to it, buck comes home late and accidentally wakes you, just some light fluff :]] contents; no use of y/n, fluff, cuddling, mentions of maddie words; 424

a/n; yes the quality of the first pic is butt. i don't want to talk about it.

Buck cringed as the apartment door opened with a loud creek. He was already late enough. The call lasted a lot longer than anyone thought it would. Buck dumped his bag at the door with a heavy sigh before kicking his shoes off and attempting to tiptoe up the loft stairs to get to his bed. He might’ve still been a bit gross from his brief shower at the firehouse, but he was too exhausted to care. He knew you would be too. His tense expression softened when he saw you laying in bed. The comforter brought up tight around you and your hair a mess on the pillow. Buck smiled and leaned down to kiss your temple before moving away to change.

You woke up and stirred slightly. “Buck?” You mumbled sleepily, eyes barely open for more than a few seconds before closing again.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Buck said. He couldn’t help but grin at your state. He switched on the dim lamp before undressing and swapping his bulky cargos for some lighter sweatpants.

“You’re home…” You smiled up at him. It was more of a half smile, due to your exhaustion. “And in one piece.”

Buck’s smile grew at your comment. He lifted the comforter to reveal that you were wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. He slid in next to you and put his palm on your cheek as his fingers rested in your hair. “Mhm, it’s a nice bonus, huh?” He mumbled before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your lips. “What’d you get up to today?”

You and Maddie finally had the same day off, so you’d decided to spend the whole day together. “We went for coffee, then did some window shopping.” You explained sleepily, drawn to Buck’s chest.

He held you close, burying his face in your hair. His stress dissipated. “Yeah? No actual shopping?”

You shook your head. “Nope.. Done way too much retail therapy this month. How was your day?” You asked, already drifting slightly.

“God… Where do I even begin? It was quiet until about 1, that’s when things started to get hectic. We had a call about some woman who—” Buck noticed that you were practically sleeping against him and huffed out a laugh. He rubbed your back and reached behind him to turn off the lamp. “I’ll tell you in the morning.” He muttered into your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head and closing his eyes.

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junezsq · 3 months ago

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so obvious

harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: hermione has always been smart, but you never would’ve thought she’d so quickly figure out who you have a crush on… or were you just being really obvious?

warnings: none!

word count: 1.2k

a/n: p2 of my short 3 part yule ball series!!! i’m so excited to get to the last part you guys have no idea what’s in store xx

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you had always found peace in the hogwarts library, the steady hum of distant whispers and the comforting scent of old parchment enveloping you. the warmth of the room was a stark contrast to the chilly late autumn evening outside, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the cozy atmosphere as you sat hunched over your history of magic essay.

hermione was beside you, quill flying across her paper, writing faster than you could keep up. you had always admired her dedication to getting everything perfect, but tonight, your mind kept wandering. the yule ball was fast approaching, and while everyone else seemed to be preparing for it, you hadn’t given it much thought. that is, until now.

you glanced up from your parchment for a moment, catching sight of harry at a nearby table with ron. the redheads face was scrunched up in confusion as he scanned through a pile of books, while harry was bent over his own work, furrowing his brow, the mess of his hair falling even more haphazardly into his eyes. you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. it was silly, really, but your heart did a little flip in your chest every time you saw him.

hermione’s quill paused as she sensed your distraction. she glanced up from her essay, a knowing look in her eyes. “you’re thinking about something else, aren’t you?”

you blinked, pulling your thoughts back to your paper. “what? no, I’m not.”

“you’re not fooling me, you know.” she raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not buying your response.

“alright, you got me” you let out a small, nervous laugh, fiddling with your quill. eventually you quickly scribbled something about the goblin rebellions; at least you’d gotten something done. hermione raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it. instead, she focused back on her own work, though the flicker of curiosity in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

after another moment of silence, you decided to break it. “so," you began casually, tapping your quill against the edge of your parchment, "have you got a date for the yule ball yet?"

hermione paused, her quill hovering over her paper as her gaze flickered toward you. you tried to keep your expression neutral, but the question seemed to make your heart race just a little bit faster. you were fully aware that the yule ball was approaching, and with it, all sorts of questions about who would be attending with whom. you had yet to ask anyone, not that you really had the courage to. hermione, however, seemed unusually quiet at the question. you glanced up at her, surprised to see a faint flush on her cheeks.

"well," her voice was soft and unsure. "i’ve been thinking about it…” she sighed, tapping her quill against her paper. “i don’t know. i haven’t decided yet.” she gave you a playful look. “you’d think i’d have someone in mind by now, but…”

you leaned in, eager for any hint of gossip. “but... what?”

she shrugged, her cheeks tinged pink. “it’s just… complicated. i don’t really know what to do about it.”

“complicated how?”

hermione bit her lip, clearly avoiding a direct answer. “it’s nothing,” she muttered. “i’ll figure it out.”

you smirked, not letting her off the hook so easily. “come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that. who are we talking about? is it someone i know?”

she shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with how much you were pressing her. “i don’t know. maybe it’s not worth thinking about right now,” she said, but you could tell by the way she was avoiding your gaze that she was hiding something.

“well, I’m not going to stop asking until you tell me.”

hermione smirked, shaking her head. "i’m not telling you unless you tell me about your date first."

your smile faltered, and you quickly tried to divert the conversation. "i — i don’t have one yet" you admitted, your heart skipping a beat as you glanced toward harry again, who was now arguing with ron about some part of the essay.

"i bet you do," hermione pressed, her grin widening. "you’ve been eyeing someone for weeks now."

your face went hot, and you scrambled to find words. "i — i’m not eyeing anyone! i’m just—" you stopped yourself before you said something too embarrassing.

"come on. you can tell me. who’s got your attention?" hermione’s eyes sparkled with mischief, her voice soft but teasing.

you opened your mouth, then closed it again, your thoughts a whirlwind. it was harry, of course. he was the one you were always looking at, the one whose smile could make your heart flutter. but you couldn’t just say that out loud, could you? not when it felt like a secret that was yours and yours alone. especially since you were such close friends, and you couldn’t mess that up.

before you could answer, there was a sudden loud noise; harry, having knocked over a stack of books, was frantically trying to gather them up, and you couldn’t help but laugh, "smooth, harry," you muttered, barely holding in your giggles.

hermione giggled, too, and for a moment, the tension of the conversation melted away. "he’s definitely not the most graceful, is he?" she remarked, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"no," you agreed, unable to suppress your grin. "but it’s... part of his charm, i suppose."

hermione smirked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "well, if you’re not going to ask him to the ball, maybe i should."

you froze, staring at her in horror. "what?"

she burst into laughter, and you quickly realized she was just teasing you. still, you couldn’t shake the heat rising to your cheeks. "i’m only joking," hermione said between giggles, "you like him, don’t you?”

you felt your face heat up instantly. “what? no! i mean, maybe — no, i don’t—” you fumbled over your words, flustered beyond belief.

hermione raised both eyebrows, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “oh, you definitely do. it’s so obvious.”

“you’re impossible.”

“you just need to be brave enough to ask him.” hermione shrugged, clearly not letting you off the hook that easily.

your stomach twisted at the thought. "yeah, right. like i could ever do that."

"you never know unless you try."

you shot her a look, shaking your head. "you’re terrible."

“i’m just giving you some friendly advice.” she grinned. “now, let’s get back to this essay. but... if you do decide to ask harry to the ball, I’m happy to help you practice.”

you sighed dramatically, but secretly, a smile tugged at your lips. hermione’s teasing was both comforting and utterly terrifying. but no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the thought of harry — and the yule ball — lingered in your mind.

as the two of you got back to work, the library’s peaceful ambiance returned, but something had shifted. it was no longer just about finishing the essay. it was about what might come next — what might happen at the yule ball. and maybe, just maybe, you’d find the courage to ask harry. but for now, you were content to sit here, with your friends, in the quiet of the library.

and who knew? maybe this year’s yule ball would turn out to be a lot more interesting than you ever imagined.

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